Worked all day yesterday around the place. Found mouse tracks both in the seat of high chair and in the little plastic ‘canoe’ you use to bathe an infant in.
A friend who cleans for us now and then swears she saw a red squirrel zoom along the baseboards while she was dusting the bookshelves the other day so there’s that too.
This is our summer place, which we come to as many weekends as we can all year round, but much of what I’m finding today seems fall-related:
And the acorns I keep finding in this one bed. Acorns and tiny little seeds, tucked neat as a folded pair of pajamas and hidden under the pillow!
There was more archeology when we turned to the fridge:
Half a can of frosting cracked like ice on a pond!
A tub of cream cheese completely fuzzed over in green!
And finally this skinny tall can of grated parmesan cheese from …2002.
Buyers remorse here all right, because who on earth think parm in a can tastes okay? I did once but that was a lifetime ago.
Before I know any better.
Back when I got all my pasta from the Franco-American people. (Ah their spaghetti was wondrous! Fat red worms in a can!
Man, the food of the late 60s and early 50s was weird but it had its appeal, yes it did. If they told us we’d all be eating kale one day who’d have believed them?